Emma's cheeks were rose in color as she stood, being observed by her mother with pinched lips and furrowed brows.
"I don't like the way she did your hair," she finally spoke, fingering one of the golden curls that hung loosely from a styled bun. "The lace and the flowers… It's all wrong! It doesn't match your gown."
The blonde, meanwhile, was smacking away Mary Margaret's hand, irritated. "Come on! You already made her do my hair five times! What do you want me to do? Change my dress?"
"Well, it wouldn't hurt." The short-haired brunette considered, dark eyes falling to the satin fabric clinging to her daughter's body.
Her words angered Emma and she found herself yelling. "My wedding starts in less than an hour!"
Mary Margaret stared at her and huffed, flustered as she flicked another curl away from Emma's face. "I'm kidding, Emma. Relax."
"I can't relax while you're over here complaining about everything. It's my wedding." Emma's blood boiled. She wanted to calm down, but Gods, she found that she couldn't. One look at her mother nearly had her over the edge.
She sighed when the older woman's eyes had widened. "Can you give me a moment, please?"
"Of course, sweetheart. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" She shook her head, quieting when Emma cut her off with a hand to stop her. With a curt nod, she left the small hotel room, letting Emma fall back against the bed.
The hotel room was Mary Margaret's and David's, though that did not mean Emma and Regina didn't have their own. Regina was currently occupying the suite that they would share later that evening. It was the very suite they had had on their first date in Boston.
It was Regina's idea to stay at the Nine Zero in commemoration of their first date, and had also decided to host the reception in one of the hotel's event rooms. She offered to pay for Emma's parents' and close friends' rooms, as well, if they had wished to stay overnight since they lived several hours away.
Their wedding was to be held outdoors at a nearby park. And that had meant that it would be public, which Emma found herself arguing about because she didn't want some woman in workout clothes jogging by with her poodle in the middle of the ceremony. Regina had reassured her that would not happen, but that still hadn't sated the blonde. Especially when she learned that it would be cold.
At the thought of the cold weather, Emma shivered. A light jacket was needed to step outside. That was what she had learned upon coming to the hotel. And the thought of having to stand outside in her sleeveless wedding gown had her frowning.
But that was the least of her worries. She was getting married. The thought just struck her. She had been quite busy since this morning, from first getting pinched and prodded into her dress with the help from Belle to Ruby pulling and spraying her hair with products while Mary Margaret fretted over her face paint. Then all of it seemed to happen for a second time and then a third when her mother was displeased with Emma's hair. She thought it was fine, herself. Really, she didn't care, but her mother – Gods, that woman – complained until Ruby redid it.
After what Emma had thought was the fifth time, Ruby and Belle left before Mary Margaret could complain again, but that didn't stop the woman from doing so to her daughter. The blonde shook her head, her anger gone now that she had time to cool down. That's all that she had needed, she knew that much, but now that she was alone, she was panicking because she was getting married in less than an hour.
Her heart felt as if it were in her throat, but it felt impossible the way that it fluttered in her chest along with the butterflies that swarmed around her belly, desperately looking for a way out. She felt as if she needed the toilet, but she wouldn't grant herself as much. Deep breaths did nothing, so she had found out quickly.
"Stop it," she muttered to herself, heart rapidly pounding against her chest. Why were her nerves so bundled? She was marrying Regina. It wasn't such a big deal, or so she thought. Nothing between the two would change. Well, aside from minor things. Or would they be major?
Emma swallowed thickly and picked herself up off the bed, smoothing her dress down. It wasn't much. It was simple, really. She had told Regina that she didn't want anything too flashy. She would have preferred to wear a suit, but the hopeful smile on her lover's face and the picture that she had shown her had the blonde bending. She wouldn't be wearing it for long and, besides, Regina would rip it off her by the end of the night.
It was made of a soft, satin fabric that clung to her body, accentuating her curves down to her hip where it loosened and flowed around her legs. It had no patterns to it, which had given Ruby the idea to add bits of lace and small, white flowers to the golden bun. And it was strapless, which worried the blonde as she pulled it up every so often, hoping that she wouldn't give her family the nip-slip. She blushed at the thought of a breast popping out on her way down the aisle.
Emma paced over to a black desk in the far corner of the room and reached into the small box that sat atop it. Inside were her heels. They weren't anything too extreme, so she had begged Regina. She would no doubt break an ankle if they were anything higher than an inch.
Regina, on the other hand, could rock stripper heels, she was sure. The brunette was elegant, lethal, and everything in between, especially when she strode confidently in her own heels. How she wore those things almost every day for hours on end, Emma never knew. She was complaining for the few hours that she had to wear the very ones she was currently slipping on.
Her scattered thoughts went to Regina in that moment. She wondered what the older woman looked like in her dress. Emma had seen bits and pieces of the gown, but she never got to see what Regina looked like in it. She grinned at the thought, a sudden excitement bubbling within her. No doubt she would be beautiful in all white.
She buzzed and thought about that, perching on the edge of the large mattress. Time was nothing and she didn't know how much had passed as she thought of Regina and their wedding and the butterflies in her tummy until Mary Margaret and David entered the room.
"We have to get going," said David, a wide smile on his face when he saw Emma. He stopped, though, in the middle of his stride to take in his daughter who stood, blushing like the bride that she was. There were tears in his eyes, she noticed, as he slowly drew forward. "Look at you."
Emma dipped her head, eyes falling to the ground. "It's nothing…"
"You look beautiful, Emma." His voice was thick and his arms were warm. She fell against him, sighing softly. "I'm so proud of you."
"Proud of me?" Emma pulled away from the hug and looked at him.
David chuckled softly and kissed her forehead. "Yes. You're getting married."
"Yeah, but why are you proud of me?"
"I…" He blinked, shrugged, and looked at his wife who only offered him an amused grin. "Don't people say that?"
"Sure?" Emma laughed.
"Well… I am! I'm proud of you for taking your life into your own hands and making your own decisions. You're a smart woman, Emma, and I love you." He gave her a cheesy smile. "Don't expect me to know what I'm talking about, though."
"Yeah, I kinda got that." The blonde smirked. "You're only like… ten years older than me. You're not meant to have a kid who can get married, yet. Sorry."
"No, no! Don't be sorry, Emma. I'm- I couldn't be more thankful to be here for you – with you – on your wedding day. I'm glad that I'm able to share it with you, sweetheart, and walk you down that aisle as your father. You deserve it, this, everything." Emma felt tears sting her eyes.
"Don't make me cry, David. I can't ruin my makeup," she joked, sniffing her nose.
"But I'm supposed to say something meaningful!" David grinned and Mary Margaret laughed. When silence followed soon after, the sheriff sighed and tucked a stray lock of golden hair behind his daughter's ear. "You're going to be Emma Mills soon."
"I know," she whispered, smiling absently at the thought.
Emma could still hear Regina's words in her head. "I know how much Swan meant to you, Emma," she had said as they sat at the dining table with their wedding plans in front of them. "If you wish to keep your name, I do not mind taking it for myself. Or perhaps we could hyphenate it with mine."
But Emma had shaken her head at the suggestion. She had thought long and hard before the discussion had even came to play. And so she had spoken those very thoughts, true to the words that she had said, "I want your last name, Gina."
And she had been prepared when Regina had slowly nodded, though was unable to help the question of, "why?"
Emma had answered, seriously, quietly, "Swan… Swan was the name that family gave me, the one that made me think I wasn't capable of being loved. And that's why I held onto it. It was a reminder of all those times the kids told me that no one could ever love me and I thought it was true because those people just… gave me up. So I used it to remind myself of just that; of how someone could easily throw another person away after giving them the illusion of love and comfort.
"But… with you, Gina, I found that I was only lying to myself because you showed me that I was wrong; that not everyone was like that in this world and that I… that I could be loved, truly, unconditionally. And as long as I have that name attached to me, I will be holding onto that piece of me, and onto that lie. And I don't want that. I want to purge the past and live for today, live for the future, with you."
Emma smiled, thinking back on that conversation and how Regina broke down and held her for the rest of the night. The brunette had told her that she would still always be her swan, though, in which Emma had laughed. She didn't mind that so much. She still did quite like the bird and when Regina had told her that swans tended to mate for life, she couldn't have agreed more and said that's why she wanted to marry her.
"Are you nervous?" Mary Margaret brought Emma back from her thoughts.
The blonde opened her clenched fists and nodded. "I don't know why."
"It's normal," she said, smiling as she led her husband and daughter from the hotel room. "I was, too. I almost thought that I wouldn't be able to make it down the aisle!"
Emma chuckled. "Really?"
When her mother nodded, David spoke, grinning. "She was as pale as a ghost, but beautiful, nonetheless."
His words had Mary Margaret blushing.
"To be honest, I felt like I was going to vomit, earlier." The bride said, slowly pacing down the hallway as she tried to balance in her heels. "But I don't feel so bad, now. I'm- I'm kind of excited, you know?"
"That's normal, too," her mother said, smile stretching from ear to ear. "Let's hurry so we aren't late."
"Where is everyone?" Emma asked once they reached the lobby. It was sparse, but the people inhabiting it were only other guests of the hotel. Her cheeks darkened when a few eyes fell on her and the white gown that she wore.
"They're already at the park," David explained, holding the door open. When Emma and his wife went through, he joined them and continued. "And so is Regina."
"Already?" The blonde frowned slightly, shivering when a cool breeze caressed her exposed skin. It was already so very cold outside. It hadn't warmed even a degree. Part of her hoped that the ceremony wouldn't last long in spite of the cold weather.
Mary Margaret nodded, ushering her to David's truck. "We wanted them to get settled in their seats. Regina said she wanted you to come a bit later so you two didn't see each other until you start walking down the aisle."
"Oh…" She settled on the bench seat between her father and mother. Regina might have mentioned that during one of their many wedding planning sessions, but she had found herself withdrawing from the conversations more often than not. "It's cold out here."
"You guys picked a bad day," David said, chuckling. "It won't matter once you see Regina."
Emma shifted in her seat anxiously, thinking about that woman in her dress of white and her lips of red. "I bet she looks beautiful."
"She does." Mary Margaret nodded, smiling. "I saw her just before she left."
The blonde buzzed at the confirmation, even though she had no doubt in her mind that Regina didn't look gorgeous. When they pulled up to the park only minutes later, she found that the butterflies in her stomach were on a rampage, tearing up her insides. She swallowed, stepping out of the car when she was given the chance and shivered once again from the late autumn air.
Mary Margaret had quickly gone ahead of the two to inform the crowd of their arrival and take her proper seat. David stayed behind, grinning at his daughter.
"This is it," he said, brushing a few stray curls from her face.
"This is it," she echoed, swallowing thickly. "Oh, Gods…"
"You can do it, Emma."
"I know. I can… I'm just… Gods, it feels like I'm going to vomit again."
David gave her a reassuring smile. "You'll do fine. Come on. Better not delay it, you'll feel worse and you don't want your bride waiting for too long."
Emma nodded, hands shaking, as she took a few steps forward, stumbling on the grassy terrain. David offered his arm and she nodded, swallowed again, and slipped her own through his. The two pressed forward and as they neared the area, Emma could hear the distant chatter of the guests and the tune of a piano's soft melody.
She pressed her lips together and looked to her father. He gave her another reassuring smile and never stopped until the two were at the start of the makeshift aisle. The tune the piano had played changed at her arrival. Her eyes went to the pianist, an older man with salt-and-pepper hair and a passion for the music that he played.
David urged her on. She withdrew her eyes from the man and went to the chairs that were filled with hers and Regina's friends, and fewer filled with family. Regina had invited the few friends that she had in Storybrooke as well as the ones that she had made within the city, and a few colleagues that she had tolerated. Emma hadn't recognized many of them, though she saw a few familiar faces of teachers that she had had over the years in Storybrooke. She blushed slightly and guided her attention to the friends that she had invited, among them being Killian and Graham.
There weren't many, but collectively it seemed as if they had quite a few guests. She smiled at the attendance and let her forest eyes fall to the end of the aisle where Ruby and Belle stood. Both wore matching lavender gowns and smug smiles on their faces as they waited in their places as her bridesmaids. She offered them a sheepish grin before bringing her gaze of to where Regina had waited, a watery smile on her soft pink lips.
Emma's breath was stolen right from her lungs at the sight. Any dream that she may have had or any image in her mind were nothing compared to the real thing. There weren't words that she could use to describe her wife-to-be.
Regina's own wedding gown was similar to Emma's, simple and plain, except it had a bodice that tightened around her midsection, decorated with lace in a pattern that lined the edges of the piece, forming a V-shape to the skirt, which had flowed from her hips. Her raven locks were lightly curled and touched the tops of her bare shoulders, caressing them when the wind blew and she shivered.
Emma shivered herself when the next gust greeted her, but she pressed on to the tune of the piano, and before long, she was next to the goddess that was going to be her wife. She couldn't help the tug at her lips and let herself break into a beam.
"Hi," she murmured lamely, earning sweet laughter from Regina.
"Hi," she replied, dipping her head slightly. "You look beautiful."
Emma felt heat rise to her cheeks despite the chill on her skin. "You look… breathtaking."
Regina laughed once again and turned when the wedding officiant had spoken, a man in a suit that Emma didn't recognize, but smiled when he asked if they were ready. Then he began.
"We are gathered here today to celebrate one of life's greatest moments, the joining of two hearts. In this ceremony today we will witness the joining of Regina Mills and Emma Swan in marriage.
"Should there be anyone who has cause why this couple should not be united in marriage… Shush!"
The blonde bride smirked, chuckling softly. She liked this man.
"Today we have come together to witness the joining of these two lives. For them, out of the routine of ordinary life, the extraordinary has happened. They met each other, fell in love, and are finalizing it with their wedding today. Romance is fun, but true love is something far more and it is their desire to love each other for life and that is what we are celebrating here today.
"But today is also a celebration for the rest of us, for it is a pleasure for us to see love in bloom, and to participate in the union of two people so delightfully suited to one another. And to have a couple of cocktails in the process.
"So let's get on with it already!"
Emma found herself giggling at the man's statement, as did the rest of the guests when a short bout of laughter rang from the group. She looked over to Regina to see the woman laughing, as well, her expression soft and carefree. It tugged at her heart and warmed her very soul.
"A good marriage must be created. In marriage the 'little' things are the big things. It is never being too old to hold hands. It is remembering to say, 'I love you' at least once a day. It is never going to sleep angry. It is standing together and facing the world. It is speaking words of appreciations, and demonstrating gratitude in thoughtful ways. It is having the capacity to forgive and forget. It is giving each other an atmosphere in which each can grow. It is a common search for the good and the beautiful. It is not only marrying the right person- it is being the right partner."
Something within the blonde welled at the words that were being spoken and she found her vision start to blur with tears. They were words! They were common words used in marriage ceremonies, yet she found herself moved by them. She already saw these things in their relationship and she could see them still as it grew beyond this day.
When the man finished his speech, he dipped his head and gestured. "Now you may face each other and hold hands as you say the vows you have prepared. Regina, you may begin."
When Emma did just that and took Regina's hands into her own, she saw the brunette's own misty eyes and felt herself melt away.
"Emma Swan," Regina began, her voice cracking. She cleared her throat and laughed. "Gods, I can't even speak. Emma, I never thought that I would find love where I did and when I did. I never thought I would find something – someone – that would bring me this much joy and show me how beautiful the world can be. But you did, even if it was slowly, and you gave me everything that I could have ever asked for. I promise to give to you in return, unconditional love, faithfulness to both you and your love, a family that will bring that special light to your eye, and, most of all, I promise to hold you until the end of our days and keep that sweet smile on your face, even through the petty fights over shoes and any other hardships that might pass us along the way. I love you, Emma, with every fiber of my being."
Emma had found it suddenly hard to breathe. The breeze stung her cheeks as it whipped against the tears sliding down them. She felt the brunette squeeze her hands and she sobbed, smiling, but found it hard to speak.
The wedding officiant smiled, nodding towards the blonde. "Emma, you may recite your vows."
Sniffling, she nodded and opened her mouth to speak just as a crack of thunder roared. Her eyes immediately went to the sky, now thick with swirling, gray clouds and streaks of lightening flashing against the dreary backdrop.
"Oh, no…" She muttered, dropping her gaze to meet with Regina who offered her the same, horrified look.
The brunette squeezed her hands. "Go on with your vows, my swan."
Swallowing, Emma nodded. "Regina Mills," she started, hands holding tight onto the olive pair. "To be frank, I didn't really write much of anything down. I don't know how I'll live up to what you said, Gina, but… When I first saw you, I knew that there was just… something about you, you know? My dad, he said to me when I told him that we were getting married, that when we meet the ones that we're meant for, we know that, somehow, we will always be in each other's lives. And maybe that's what it was. Maybe I knew without knowing, but I definitely know now that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Gina.
"I can't even begin to explain how you make me feel, but I know that each time that I look at you, I can't help but to smile and think that I'm so lucky because you're mine. And I give you myself, today, as I have given myself to you years ago. I pledge you my life, my loyalty, my respect, and most of all, my love, and I promise to hold you until the end of our days and keep your beautiful smile glowing bright, because without it, the world is a dark and terrible place. I love you, Gina, to the moon and back."
Regina was soon reduced to the same tears that Emma had found herself in, and she found herself in them once again, a wavering smile on her face as she continued to hold onto her lover's hands as if she were afraid to let them go.
Then she felt a drop on her arm, something cold and very much not the tears from her eyes. She looked to the sky again, frowning when another drop hit her, and then another until the tears on her face were washed away with unpleasantly cold rain, pouring down upon the group.
"I say we should quickly continue." The man spoke, holding up his binder to cover his head. When the two of them nodded, he continued, "Regina Mills, do you take Emma Swan to be your wife?"
Regina nodded, flinching away from the pouring rain to no avail, but kept a steady gaze on Emma's face. "I do."
"Do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect her, forsaking all others and holding only unto her forevermore?"
"I do," the brunette confirmed, grinning.
Emma's heart fluttered.
"And, Emma Swan, do you take Regina Mills to be your wife?"
"I do!" Emma beamed, shivering.
"Do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect her, forsaking all others and holding only unto her forevermore?"
"I do." The blonde chirped, squeezing Regina's hands tight.
"Could I have the rings, please?" The officiant called and Mary Margaret had provided them, holding the hood of her jacket up over her head. "Thank you."
"The ring is a symbol of the unbroken circle of love. Love freely given has no beginning and no end, no giver and no receiver, for each is the giver and each is the receiver. May these rings always remind you of the vows you have taken." He gave one of the rings to Regina.
"Now, repeat after me, I, Regina Mills, take thee, Emma Swan, to be my wife. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, in joy and sorrow, and I promise my love to you. And with this ring I take you as my wife, for as long as we both shall live."
Regina repeated the words to Emma and slipped the ring onto her finger. It was made up of a plain, silver band with a diamond encrusted on top of two facing swans, creating a heart with their heads. On either side of the gem were two smaller crystals, sticking out from each swans' wings. She smiled.
"Repeat after me, I, Emma Swan, take thee, Regina Mills, to be my wife. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, in joy and sorrow, and I promise my love to you. And with this ring I take you as my wife, for as long as we both shall live."
Emma repeated his words and slipped the second ring onto Regina's finger, similar to her own.
"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you Emma and Regina Mills! You may kiss your bride."
Grinning from ear to ear, Emma leaned forward just as Regina did and shared a kiss with her, a hand slipping to cup the nape of her neck. Rain poured down on them, cold and maddening, until the two pulled away with applause from their guests.
"And now that we've been soaked, I say that it's about time to eat!" Emma giggled and took her new wife's hand, leading her back down the makeshift aisle. After the two fell away from the group, the guests had quickly disbanded and fled to their cars, save for the crew left behind to clean up.
Regina stopped for a moment to remove her heels, in which Emma had done the same before the brunette broke off into a sprint toward her Benz. Emma chased after her, laughing and smiling.
"Hey!" She finally caught up, soaked, panting. "Are we going to change?"
"Not many of our guests will be able to." Regina murmured, unlocking the car to get in.
"So, that's a no?" Emma climbed in quickly, thankful to get out of the cold and wet. "Gods, we're all going to get sick."
"As long as we're sick together."
"Yeah." Emma smiled, drying her arms off on her dress. "Let's go eat."
Nodding, Regina took off down the road toward the hotel. Several minutes, and a few curses, later, the two of them were inside the warm hotel with the wedding guests, all soaked from the rain. The food was ready to eat by the time they were settled to their respective tables and had no trouble digging in.
Emma fell against her chair, patting her slightly extended stomach with a grunt after her third trip to the small buffet. "I think I ate too much," she murmured to Regina who was still picking at her pasta.
"You ate too quickly," she said, brow quirking. "I told you not to do that."
"I know." Emma found herself whining. "But it was so good."
"We still have to cut the cake, Emma."
"Ooh, cake!"
"Did someone say cake? Are we eating cake, yet?" Ruby settled back into her seat across from Emma at the circular table. She had a glass of amber colored liquid and gave no hesitation to take a swig.
"No, we're gonna wait until everyone's done eating." Emma frowned. Regina had told her that after the blonde had finished her first plate of food, hopeful for the confection.
"But I am done eating," Ruby complained, swishing the liquid as she sat back.
"Not just you, Ruby." The blonde smirked. "If I have to wait, you have to wait."
"Ugh, I guess."
Regina only shook her head, pushing her empty plate away. "You two, I swear."
"You love me. That's why you married me." Emma grinned, pressing her cheek to the brunette's arm. "And there's no going back."
"I suppose I am just stuck with you, huh? I'll make do, I'm sure." She offered her a fond smile and kissed the top of her head, golden curls still damp from the rain.
"Yeah!" Emma continued to smile, staying in her position as she looked around the room.
It was similar to the décor of the hotel, painted with rich, earthy tones of browns, blacks, and creams. There were several round tables, each covered with a cloth of mocha brown, and decorated with fresh, blood red roses and stemmed glasses filled with wine and water.
To the right of the dining area were the buffet tables and right of them was the open bar where both alcohol and soft drinks were served. To the left of the dining area was an open space where a deejay table was set up, currently playing soft melodies, but ready for when things would pick up.
Regina had told her that the two of them would share a dance after they cut the cake, and after that, the rest of the guests were welcome to the dance floor and request songs of their choosing. Emma was excited at the prospect of having a dance with Regina. She quite enjoyed it before and wouldn't mind seeing the brunette shake her rear again.
And if she had more than just that one glass of wine, Emma would have no doubt the woman would be doing just that.
Emma grinned widely and sat up now, letting her eyes drift across the tables filled with people now chattering to one another, no longer eating their fill of the buffet.
"Cake?" She looked to her new wife.
Regina took a moment to stand and observe the room before giving a quick nod. "Cake. Come, my swan, we shall cut it."
"Yay!" Emma stood and joined the brunette as she made her way over to the cake displayed on the left side of the buffet. She helped Regina wheel the massive three-tiered cake in front of the buffet, eyes on the design.
She vaguely remembered helping Regina pick it out through the various pictures in those magazines. She was amazed at the detail. The cake was designed with ribbons along the sides and small, red bows. On top of the cakes were small, red roses, except for the top tier, which held two swan figures that formed a heart between them.
Regina offered the handle of the knife she held to Emma, and the blonde blinked, not having noticed she had already prepared to cut the masterpiece. She took it, regardless, and, with Regina's help, made the first cut into the cake. Emma grinned, something wide and easy, as they made the second cut, and grabbed a plate to plop the piece onto.
"Here, let's get a second one, okay?" Regina smirked and brought the knife back over to make a third cut, Emma's hand following along. She quickly grabbed a second plate.
"And to be cheesy!" Emma handed one of the plates to her lover before carefully attempting to pick up the slice of cake.
"Don't you smash that all over my face, Emma." Regina warned, grabbing a fork and taking only a small piece from the slice that she held.
"Why not?" She asked and, before Regina could use her open mouth to protest, Emma brought that little slice of cake to the brunette's face, wiping against her mouth with a triumphant laugh. The guests roared with their own laughter and she smirked, earning a dirty look in return.
Before she knew it, her own face was covered in cake and frosting and a sweetness that filled her mouth. She chewed what she could salvage and giggled, licking her lips.
"Okay, I deserved that!"
"Just a little bit." Regina already had a napkin and wiped at the remnants from her face, but Emma quickly stopped her. "What are you-"
Emma cupped the side of her neck as she leaned forward and brought her tongue along the older woman's cheek, cleaning it of the sweet frosting. She pulled back with a smirk to see that her lover's face was florid.
"Why waste good cake?" She giggled and snatched up her own napkin before going about cleaning up her own face.
"Not in front of the guests, my love," she said, her blush deepening. "If you wish to commence licking me, perhaps we should go to our room? Though, it would be quite rude to leave our guests too early."
"I'm still tempted to take you up on that offer." Emma smirked and disposed of her soiled napkin. She found the knife once again and cut another slice from the cake, this time for herself, and offered the handle to her wife. "I promise that I won't smash this one on you. Well, right now, anyways."
The brunette stared at her with darkened eyes and parted lips. "Tempting," she breathed. She received the knife and made her own slice, then turned with her plate in hand and a pinkness to her cheeks.
Emma followed the older woman with a pleased expression and took her seat.
"Nice show, Ems." Ruby smirked, already standing.
A soft blush dusted her pale cheeks. She hadn't realized that there were other people in the room during that moment and the sudden realization had her wanting to crawl under the table and never come out. Panicked eyes flew to her parents who were chattering to one another. Her desire to hide only grew.
"You should see the look on your face!" The tall brunette laughed before walking away towards the cake.
Belle stayed behind with a roll of her eyes. "Ruby and her cake. Sometimes I think that she should marry it."
"I think she would be very happy if she could." The blonde stabbed at her own slice. Regina noticed the sudden hostility and quirked a brow.
"What did the cake do to you?"
"Nothing," she muttered, cheeks blooming once again before she popped a piece of the confection in her mouth. Belle laughed.
"I'm going to go make sure Ruby doesn't inhale the entire cake."
"Yeah, you better. I want to take some of that home." Emma looked over to the waitress. "And tell her if she does inhale it, that I will personally rip it back out through her asshole."
"Oh, I will make sure to tell her every detail!" The bookworm stood and went to join their friend.
"You do realize, Emma," Regina started, "that we're not taking all of the leftovers home."
"What?"
The brunette laughed. "There is going to be too much and we don't have the room. I plan on allowing everyone to take what they want."
"But what if there isn't any cake left?"
"We'll get first dibs, my swan." Regina pressed a kiss to the side of her head before slipping the cake laden fork into her mouth. "And, no, before you ask, you cannot take all of it. Nor can you take all of the cake."
Emma sulked at this information, stuffing a piece of cake into her mouth with a frown.
"What are you pouting over?" Graham's voice brought Emma's attention away from her cake and her sulking. She made a face.
"Nothing."
"She's mad because I won't let her take all of the cake home." Regina chuckled and Graham joined her.
"Really? Come on, Emma! Save some for the rest of us."
"It's not like I have another choice." She made another angry stab at her cake.
"What did you do to her, Graham?" Ruby sauntered over, chewing on a mouthful of cake. Belle trailed behind her with a small plate. "She's murdering the cake."
"I didn't do anything. Regina did."
"Hey!" Regina looked offended at the statement.
"What did she do?" Belle's accent queried through the voices.
"Regina told her she couldn't take all of the cake home." David added in, chuckling.
Emma threw her hands up. "I'm still here, thank you very much!"
"What's going on over here?"
Everyone's eyes landed on the newcomer; Killian. He stood with a grin and a slice of cake. "Did I miss something?"
"Regina and Emma are having their first fight as a married couple." Ruby provided.
"No we aren't!" The blonde's head was spinning when the chatter started between the small group, recounting to Killian what had happened and laughing over the entire thing.
She felt a hand on her own and when she turned, she was met with Regina's warm smile. She relaxed and kissed those sweet lips before her, letting her head spin in an entirely different manner. A soft sigh fell from her lips when they pulled away and she noticed, then, that all had fallen silent.
"Guess you were wrong, Rubes." Killian said, watching the two newlyweds with a smirk.
"Oh, get a room!" Ruby complained, a playful sparkle in her eye.
"We already have one," Emma said, going back to her cake. She quickly finished it off.
"And we're done here." The brunette waitress coughed and hid her face in her dessert.
"But first, we dance!" Emma beamed, eyes falling to her lover who gazed upon her with large, terrified eyes.
"Dance? Now?"
"It was your idea, Gina."
"I… know." She dabbed at the corners of her mouth.
"Oh, come on, don't chicken out on me."
Regina's face hardened. "I'm not chickening out, Emma." She cleared her throat before she stood, dropping the napkin onto her empty plate. She held out her hand and Emma took it, standing as well.
"Shall we make an announcement?"
"The deejay should when we tell her."
Emma nodded and followed her lover to the dance floor, a few eyes falling to the two brides clad in damp wedding gowns. Her stomach did flips within her body. The dance was a slow one, she knew, but Gods, people were still going to watch.
Regina must have noticed her pale face for she paused to look down at her, frowning. "You're not going to chicken out on me, are you?"
She quickly shook her head. "No… Just… people."
A deep rumble of laughter sounded beside her, reminding Emma of the thunder outside. "I dislike people watching, as well, my swan. But think about this," she said, turning to cup her cheek, "we danced at your graduation party in front of hundreds. There aren't nearly as many here. And it's only a slow dance."
Emma nodded.
"Good. Come on," she hummed, taking the blonde's hand. She followed Regina toward the deejay where the two had exchanged a few words before the woman brought a mic up to her mouth and spoke to the guests.
"It's time for the two newlywed lovebirds to share their first dance!"
Emma swallowed as the two made it out to the middle of the floor. A few of the guests remained at their tables, having a clear view of the two brides, but most had joined them on the floor to watch; among them being Emma's parents with a camcorder.
"Pay them no mind, my love," Regina whispered, arms loosely wrapping around her neck. Emma nodded, her own arms slipping around the older woman's waist.
A slow tune started to play throughout the room and the start of the lyrics soothed Emma's heart as she and her wife slowly swayed to the music.
Last night I dreamt I was floating with you.
A sway to the right.
The river so deep and the sky perfect blue.
A sway to the left.
If we leave behind the dust in the sky.
The two drew closer to one another.
From the sound of sirens, the city will rise.
Emma sighed softly, her head pressing against her brunette's shoulder.
Hold your hand in mine, we'll swim against the tide.
Regina's arms tightened around her blonde.
From the sound of sirens, love will survive.
The blonde's hands lowered and she smirked.
And when your heart is on the run.
She gave Regina's plump rear a soft squeeze much to the older woman's discontent.
When it's chains have come undone.
The words started to get to her as she listened.
I will always be the one to carry you home.
She felt tears draw to her eyes and held the brunette tighter as the two of them continued to sway. She sniffled and felt herself be squeezed this time as a kiss was dropped on top of her head.
The two continued their swaying movements throughout the entire song, forgetting the world around them as they enjoyed each other's sweet embrace. But when the tune had died away, they pulled apart, misty-eyed.
"I love you, Emma," Regina said, using a thumb to tenderly wipe away a stray tear from Emma's cheek. She ducked her head sheepishly.
"And I love you, Gina."
With a deep sigh, the two backed away fully and the guests cheered, clapping. Emma's cheeks heated. She already wanted to hide right back into Regina's arms.
Her parents joined them, smiling from ear to ear.
"We filmed you two!" Mary Margaret held up the camcorder. "It was so sweet!"
Emma's face grew tomato red.
David grinned. "And now it's my turn to dance with you."
"What?"
"Well, Regina said I had to." He grinned and took a step towards his daughter. "And it's customary to have a father/daughter dance at your wedding."
"Okay…" She gave Regina a look, but the woman merely smiled at her in return.
"You only get to do this once, my love. Come on." She chuckled and moved away from the pair, standing back to the rest of the guests where Mary Margaret had followed.
Emma let out a breath and wrapped her arms around David's neck, blushing softly as he chuckled. A guitar strummed through the speakers and the two of them moved to the soft beat, smiling.
"It isn't so bad, is it?" David spun the blonde around and she laughed, losing herself.
"Not at all!" She hummed, holding back onto him when she came back around, her face flushed.
And it hadn't been. She enjoyed her dance with her father; the man that had taken her in as his own and gave her unconditional love. And, despite the slightly upbeat song, she found herself tearing up. This day seemed to have brought out all of her emotions. And she realized that she was lucky.
She married a wonderful woman.
She had a loving father to share a dance with.
And a mother that wouldn't stop filming and taking pictures.
She had her friends with her, smiling, drinking, and having a good time.
And they were there, supporting her, cheering her on.
And here she was, on this day, getting married with all of those things. It was something that, when she was younger, could never imagine that she would have. She had barely been able to see her future and now it was bright, happy, and full of love.
She smiled. Thinking no longer saddened her, instead, it filled her with joy. And she used that joy to lose herself and enjoy her evening. Her head was pounding by the end of the night, the loud, dance music that once thrived and pumped within her heart was gone, leaving the room in silence.
The guests had slowly filtered off, thanking the couple for inviting them and congratulating them before they had to leave for work or school the following morning, taking what they wished of the leftovers. The ones to remain were only six; Emma's parents, Ruby, Belle, Graham and Killian. They had rooms at the hotel, except for Killian, who had parted from the group to start on returning home after helping with cleanup, and Graham, who didn't want to waste anyone's money since he lived within the city.
It was past ten when Mary Margaret and David had departed from the group when they left the event area, looking to find slumber since they needed to return to Storybrooke in the morning. They said their goodbyes and exchanged a few hugs, leaving the small group in the hallway where Emma had suggested they take advantage of the pool.
Emma had adamantly told Regina that she wanted to use the pool at least once before they left the hotel since they didn't have access to one, or at least never went to a community pool. The two had packed their bathing suits and informed those staying at the hotel to bring their own swimsuit. In which they had.
Emma's friends met her in the pool area, holding towels and wearing smiles.
"Time to get wet!" Ruby exclaimed before throwing her towel on a beach chair to jump into the pool with a splash.
The blonde laughed, shook her head, and gingerly set her own items on a different chair. She wanted to wait for Regina to join them. She didn't know what the older woman was doing, but she wasn't going to question it. Perhaps she was trying to sober herself up some. Emma had lost count of how many glasses of wine the brunette ordered from the open bar. She only drank her wife's last one when it was left abandoned on the table, but it was enough to give her a minor buzz.
She turned back to the pool when Ruby's shriek echoed loudly off the walls and shook her head. Graham had joined her in the pool and, by the looks of the lanky brunette's face, he had splashed her. Belle, on the other hand, was not having any of it and sat, perched at the edge of the pool with her feet in the water.
"I'm not joining them crazies," she said when Emma quirked a brow at her. "I don't feel like getting chlorine in my eyes tonight."
"I don't blame you," she responded, taking the spot next to her. "But watch them splash us anyways."
Graham must have heard her because the next thing that she knew, she was wet and sputtering the bitter water from her mouth. "Goddammit! That's it!"
She pushed herself off the ledge and slid into the pool. Fury in her eyes, she was dead set on paying him back. And so she had, swiping her arm through the water to create a wave that covered the man in chlorinated water.
"Hah, bitch!" Ruby laughed, swimming over to the two. "Payback's a bitch."
"Shut up." He stuck his tongue out at her. "Why don't you go splash your girlfriend?"
"Oh, hell no. She'll kill me." Wary eyes glanced Belle's way and the bookworm glared at her in return.
"You better not."
"I'm not!"
Emma smirked. "I don't know. You're the only one that isn't wet."
"Should I ask?" Regina's husky voice echoed as she joined them, a towel wrapped around her body.
"Belle's the only one not in the pool."
"That's not true. Neither am I."
The older brunette unhooked her towel and dropped it on top of Emma's flip-flops. She slipped off her own sandals before walking to the edge of the pool. She was wearing something similar to Emma's own attire; a conservative bikini top and bottoms that resembled short shorts, black in color.
"Then you better get in here," she breathed, eyes eating up all of the exposed, olive flesh before her.
"Ooh, I've never seen you in a swimsuit before." Ruby spoke before the brunette newlywed could even open her mouth, a wolfish grin on her face.
Emma splashed water at her friend before swimming over to where Regina was standing. She was seeing green. She hooked her arms around one of her lover's legs and gazed up at her, suddenly possessive. She wanted to hide Regina under a rock and bark at anyone who tried to go near her.
"Jealous, are we?" Regina smirked, eyes locked in on forest ones. "Don't worry, my swan. I am only yours."
Ruby broke into a fit of laughter. "You're jealous, Ems? Really? I have my own girlfriend to gawk at." And, like that, she swam over to Belle and pulled her in, earning a surprised yelp.
"Unless you wanna have an orgy, of course." Graham casually suggested.
Emma released Regina and whipped around to face him, eyes like molten lava. "Do you want to taste your testicles tonight?"
He only laughed. "I'm kidding. Like four lesbians want to fuck a dude."
"I never said I was a lesbian." Ruby smirked, splashing him with the chlorinated water. "But Belle would kill me if I cheated on her, so…"
Graham growled and tackled her, bringing her under the water. The two fought, breaking the surface soon after, as they wrestled around and splashed at each other, getting both Emma and Belle in the process.
"Careful!" Emma whined, splashing futilely at the two and, in return, was soaked once again from a massive wave.
"I'm out!" She finally gave up, wading over to the steps to get out. Belle stayed behind, chuckling, as the two had finally broke apart. Emma, on the other hand, walked over to Regina.
"You look like a wet cat," she said, grinning fondly. "And an angry one, too."
"You're not wet. You don't know!" She crossed her arms, shivering at the cool air that licked her skin.
"I don't really feel like swimming, my love. I'm afraid the wine has gotten to my head and I'd really rather not drown on our wedding night." Regina wrapped an arm around her wife and pressed a kiss to her chlorinated hair. "Perhaps we can utilize the hot tub? You look cold."
"I am," she murmured, finding herself press closer to the warmth of Regina's body.
The older woman nodded slightly, grinning, as she led Emma toward the small hot tub in the far corner. The warmth was welcoming, Emma soon found out, as she slowly descended into the warm pool of water. She purred softly and submerged deeper as she found a seat, the brunette joining her with a relaxed sigh.
"That's nice," she murmured softly, shifting against a jet. It was like heaven after the long day that they had.
"You two giving up already?" Ruby shouted from the pool, her voice booming in the tiled room.
"Yup." Emma grinned, looking up. The lanky brunette gave her a pout.
There was a moment of silence. Sweet, blissful silence.
Then she heard the water shift from the pool as Graham started to move and stepped out of it, water pouring down from his body. "I think I'm gonna get going."
"Already?" Emma frowned, shifting around to the edge of the hot tub as he carefully walked over to it.
"Yeah, it's pretty late and I've got class in the morning." He gave her a sad grin. "Thanks for inviting me and all that. It was fun. And congrats, you know? You don't get married every day."
Emma chuckled before she stood, moving up onto the makeshift seats to give the man a hug. "Thanks, Graham Cracker. I'll talk to you later, okay? Drive safe!"
"I will." He chuckled and pulled away, moving to grab the towel he abandoned by one of the chairs. "Hey, Rubes, I need the key to your room so I can change."
"Give us a minute. We'll go up with you." Ruby responded, pulling herself up on the edge of the pool. Belle took the ladder next to her.
The lanky brunette walked over to the hot tub. "We're gonna go up, too. I bet you wanna be alone for a while. You've got about an hour before they close the pool." She smirked, eyes flicking to Regina for a moment before falling back to the blonde. "I'll see you tomorrow, if you'll be up in the morning. We're staying until checkout 'cause we have nothing to do."
"We probably will, too," she said, grinning over to Regina who merely shrugged. "So, I guess I'll see you in the morning, then."
"Yeah. Goodnight." Ruby turned to take the towel Belle handed her. "Oh, and if the police come because someone's screaming at four in the morning, we'll be sure to tell them it's the newlyweds."
With a smirk, Ruby and Belle left with Graham, leaving a blushing Emma behind.
She giggled softly before settling back next to Regina, her cheeks still pink. "Yeah, no doubt that'll be us."
"That'll be you." Regina's lips ghosted over her own. Her heart sped at the contact. She smiled.
"Probably," she sighed softly and leaned in to press her lips firmly against the brunette's, humming contently when the older woman's mouth moved against hers in a soft caress. Her entire body buzzed as it woke with a heady desire that stirred in her lower belly.
"This is a public area." Regina's voice was a breathless whisper, her fingers tangling into thick, wet locks as she joined their lips once again. Emma didn't care. She pressed herself closer to the older woman, yearning for the sweet contact of skin on her own.
When they broke apart, Emma's lips were parted and her breath was heavy, but she smirked. "No one is in here."
"…Emma."
"Oh, come on. We've never made love in a crazy place before." The blonde gave her a soft pout. Regina kissed it away, taking her lower lip between her teeth and growled.
"You petulant blonde. Good thing I'm in love you… and a bit drunk." Olive fingers tickled the blonde's neck, lightly skittering over the pale skin before her hand slid to cup the nape of it. She pulled her forward, their lips connecting in another sweet sensation that had Emma purring, her fingers falling to the brunette's hips, digging into the soft flesh.
Regina's tongue thrust into her mouth, earning a soft hum in return as she welcomed it, urging the older woman to straddle her lap. And so she did without once breaking the kiss, fingers curling into her golden mane. The blonde groaned softly, dueling now the tongue with her own in a spiteful fashion before she finally broke away, sloppily trailing her lips down the brunette's olive jaw.
Her wife gasped when she did this and ground playfully against her. Emma smirked, one hand falling to her hip as the other played with the strap of her bikini top, untying it before she pushed away one of the cups, exposing a soft globe of flesh. She licked her lips and gazed up into Regina's dark, pleading eyes.
Without hesitation, she covered the brunette's dark nipple with her mouth and teased it with her tongue, making a noise of satisfaction when she felt it harden against her touch. Her lover moaned softly, the noise echoing in the tiled room. Emma smirked at this, it only encouraging her further, for she nipped at the little bud and suckled, earning more of those beautiful sounds that reverberated throughout the room.
"Please," was the final sound that followed, a mere whimper that fell from Regina's lips. Her hips were desperate, rolling fruitlessly against the blonde's lap. Emma heeded her request and moved the hand that clutched her hip to slide between her taut thighs, rubbing the brunette through the fabric of her swim shorts.
Regina cried out softly at the much needed contact, her back arching, pressing her breast further against Emma's mouth. Pleasure spiked within the blonde at this and the soft mewls only fueled the fire burning hot within her body. Gods, the thought of them doing this in the pool area where anyone could walk in was exciting. The prospect of getting caught only fueled her arousal and she found herself pushing a hand into her lover's bottoms to plunge a finger within her pleasantly wet core.
The brunette's breath hitched at the insertion, begging for more as her hips slowly rode the hand that pleasured her. Emma trailed her lips along the column of the older woman's exposed throat as she pumped her digit within her, the taste of chlorine on her tongue.
She was in the process of slipping a second digit into her wife when the older woman's body stiffened, but not in the way that Emma was hoping for, which had her turn to look behind her, but there was nothing amiss.
That was, until Regina slipped from her lap, taking Emma's hand with her in a fit. She heard the first voice, then, as she struggled to slip her hand out of the older woman's swimsuit bottoms.
"Fuck," she muttered, rubbing her aching wrist before turning back around in time to see a couple of young teenagers hopping into the pool. Their voices reverberated in the room, loud and, to Emma, obnoxious.
"I know," Regina said, moving to fix her top, making a soft noise. "Help me with this, please."
"Oh, shit…" Emma looked behind her again before moving to help tie the strap of her top back up. "Well, I hadn't planned on that."
The brunette's cheeks were red. "Neither had I."
"Should we go?" Emma didn't find the hot tub enjoyable any longer.
Regina nodded quickly. "Gods, yes."
The blonde chuckled softly and stood, offering a hand out to the brunette. Regina took it and the two of them left the hot tub together. Shivering, the two strode over to their items, hand in hand, as Emma slowly wished she could crawl under that rock that she wanted to slip Regina under earlier.
She offered the kids a sheepish smile when they looked their way, but was glad when they quickly lost interest, and toweled the water off. Quickly, she slipped her flip flops on, grabbed the key card and Regina's hand, and fled the pool area, still shivering.
"Why is it so cold?" She complained once they reached the hallway.
"Because we just got out of the hot tub, my swan." Regina chuckled, pressing the button to summon an elevator. "Worry not. We will be warm again, soon."
"We should probably shower first." Emma recommended, making a face when she tasted the gross pool water on her tongue. "If you want my mouth on you anywhere, that is. And I doubt you want to lick up pool germs. People probably peed in that."
The brunette recoiled at her comment and shuddered at the thought, her noise crinkled in a manner that Emma thought was absolutely adorable. "Really, Emma?"
She smirked. "Really, Gina."
The elevator doors opened and the two went in, Regina pressing the button to their floor.
"We'll have a shower, then." She still wore her crinkled nose. "And perhaps you should brush your teeth."
Emma chuckled. "It's already in your mouth, Gina. I got pool water in my mouth when Graham splashed me."
A look of horror crossed her features and, before she could say anything, the elevator dinged and the doors opened. The two of them exited, bunched up in their towels and dripping. Quickly, they found their room and entered, not hesitating to reach the bathroom to warm up in the shower.
"I am clean at last!" Emma hummed, hanging her towel up on the curtain rod.
"Gods only knows we've been wet more than once today." Regina grumbled, taking the wedding rings that the two had left upstairs before they went to the pool. She slipped her own on before handing Emma hers. The blonde couldn't help but to smile as she did the same.
"Is that so?" Emma asked as they left the bathroom, not bothering with dressing themselves. "Well, I guess in the hot tub can count as one, at least. You were quite wet."
"I was in water-" But she stopped when she realized what Emma had been insinuating.
"Ow!"
Emma flinched when Regina's hand collided with her bare arm. She rubbed the reddened skin, though wore a smile. "Are you wet now?"
Regina rolled her eyes and chuckled. "You'll just have to come and find out, my love." Then she moved ahead of Emma and crawled onto the bed, rump in the air, as she made her way into the middle of the mattress.
"Oh," she whispered, mouth watering at the sight. A pleasant tingle shot down her spine. Clearing her throat, she joined her, shaking slightly with her newfound excitement. "You know, what I never really understood was why it's basically a tradition to have sex on your wedding night."
"Well, we don't have to, Emma." Regina flopped onto her back, spreading her legs teasingly. Emma swallowed thickly, eyes on the jeweled prize that glistened in the light.
"N-no, I do." She found herself smoothing a hand over the brunette's taut, tan leg. "I was just… curious."
Husky laughter filled the air and shot straight to Emma's burning core. "It was a thing way back, my love. To consummate one's marriage. I suppose it has just carried on throughout the years, though I doubt it holds the same meaning any longer."
"Well, with people going at it before they get married, I guess." Emma shrugged and smirked. "Like us."
"As I recall, my swan," she purred, pressing a soft kiss to the blonde's pale jaw. "You were the one that wanted to fuck, right here, in this very room, three years ago."
"Well…" Emma's cheeks bloomed with heat and her heart raced. "You did, too."
"I did," she confirmed. "But let's not talk of that now because I'd rather fuck you, instead."
Emma nodded quietly and allowed Regina's body to cover her own as the older woman straddled her hips. Her breath was stolen into the kiss that the brunette had taken, but Gods, she wasn't going to complain. Her own lips seemed to fit perfectly with her wife's and she couldn't help but to think that everything had worked out just right.
She was Regina's and Regina was hers. She was able to hold the brunette in an intimate embrace while others could not, as she did now, her fingers gliding down her spine. And she could enjoy the warmth of her body and the feeling of her inside her own body.
Emma moaned softly, fingers sliding back up the brunette's sides when her olive digits moved within her. Her back arched when her hips slid forward to meet each thrust and whimpered when those curling digits hit her sweet spot just right.
"Do you like that, Emma?" Regina's husky voice asked, but she covered Emma's mouth before she could answer and invaded her mouth as she did her sweet core. When the brunette's thumb pressed against her sensitive bundle of nerves, she cried into her mouth, her pleasure heightening.
Her hips rocked, desperate, against Regina's hand as she whimpered and moaned, all muffled against Regina's mouth. Inside her head, she was screaming, begging for more, wanting release.
"Gods!" She was able to cry when her wife broke from their kiss and let her lips fall away to her jaw.
"I love it when you scream," Regina growled through clenched teeth. She pulled away from her jaw now and concentrated her attention to her lover's core, the duo of digits becoming a trio as she slipped a third into her. Each thrust brought her closer to her climax, Emma could feel it approaching rapidly as her inner walls squeezed those fingers, and Regina knew it.
The brunette's mouth fell to her chest, teasing a pink nipple between her teeth. "Come for me, Emma," she urged, unrelenting as she bit the rosy peak hard.
Emma cried out, both in pleasure and in pain, and found that her mind was blanking. She fell over the edge, her entire body felt as if it exploded, as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Regina's name fell from her lips, over and over, as the older woman prolonged her heavenly bliss.
And then she felt herself fall, collapsing back onto the mattress, breathing hard and holding the brunette tight. When she opened her eyes, she saw Regina, smirking down at her as she licked at her fingers, moaning.
"I love how you taste." She stated before pressing her lips to Emma's own, allowing for the blonde to taste herself on them and she moaned at the flavor.
Emma used her grip on Regina to flip the two of them over and straddled the brunette's thigh. The kiss was broken in the process and she took advantage to look at her lover's face, desire heavy in the chestnut eyes staring back at her.
"Emma?" Regina frowned slightly, fingers running through wet tangles of golden hair.
The blonde purred softly before she kissed the frown away. "Smile."
"Smile, she says," she purred, lips parted.
"I love your smile."
Emma pressed a kiss to the brunette's cute little nose. Her hands started off exploring what was hers, claiming the olive territory as their own, sliding over every curve and dip. The soft mewls that this had earned had Emma grinning.
"Do you like that?" She playfully asked, fingers trailing over her wife's belly.
Regina bit her lip, legs anxiously drifting apart. "Yes," she whimpered.
Emma grinned and kissed her again. Her fingers reached the apex of the brunette's thighs and she stopped, teasing her with soft strokes that had the brunette's hips bucking. Purring softly, she dipped her hand between her wife's thighs and probed at her damp entrance with a pleased smile at her findings.
"Emma," Regina gasped, back arching. "Fuck me, please."
Heeding her request, Emma dipped her finger into the brunette and attached her lips to Regina's slender neck. She started a rhythm, thrusting her finger within her lover, slow at first as it wriggled and explored its warm home, then faster when Regina's breathing became more labored. She felt the older woman's hips move against her hand, desperate, and slid a second digit within her, keeping her prior pace.
The brunette cried out, her fingers digging into Emma's shoulders. Emma covered her mouth with her own and gave her a bruising kiss, her thumb moving to pay attention to her clit. This had earned a choked moan when Regina's back arched against the blonde, her fingers digging into her.
Emma didn't relent and continued to abuse her once abandoned pearl, fingers pumping furiously until she felt her start to tighten around her. She bit the older woman's lip and stretched her with a third digit, earning a long, stressed moan that only grew louder as she came against the blonde's hand, her insides hugging Emma's fingers.
When Regina's body relaxed and her moans had quieted to hard pants, Emma pulled from her and lapped up the sticky juices from her fingers.
"How was that, baby?" She purred, popping her fingers from her mouth.
"Gods," Regina's said, voice hoarse. "Perfect."
"Good." Emma rolled off the brunette to lay next to her. She wrapped her arms around her wife's body, pulling her close. Regina gladly accepted this new position and rest her head on the blonde's chest, grinning.
"Do you think you can go for another round?"
"Already?" The blonde chuckled softly, letting her body relax against the mattress. "Gods, you're so horny when you're drunk."
"Let's recover first." Regina pressed a kiss to her chest, ignoring her quip. "I want to lay in your arms for a moment."
"I like it when you do. I like holding you." Emma murmured softly, giving the brunette a squeeze. She heard the older woman squeak and her heart expanded. A few moments passed, silent, except for their breathing. But Emma broke it as she giggled softly, a thought crossing her mind.
"What's so funny?" The brunette's voice rumbled like soft thunder.
"I still can't believe that you're my wife."
"And that's funny?"
"No," she whispered. "It's perfect."